Monthly Archives: July 2013

I must have taken this journey hundreds of times. The railway crossing over the Firth of Forth, rumbling through the three red diamonds of the Rail Bridge. The train window frames a changing canvas of sea and sky as weather … Continue reading →

Watch a street and you become it. You construct, if so inclined, a narrative: but you are also part of the witnessed event. You shape what you see. Iain Sinclair, Edge of the Orison In Glasgow. Uncharacteristic, sweltering heat and … Continue reading →